starlight paints the midnight sky
my heart races back to you
for another chance at what wehad
there's nothing i won't do
down this stretch of ribbon road
that my soul knows so well
moonbeams dance upon the black
weaving a magic spell
a spell that's cast with a single kiss
the touch of lips on lips
together, here, then, it's gone
our spirit's cloth does rip
only to be sewn again
whenever next we meet
it's known to our very deepest souls
and felt with warm heart beats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very gentle poem, beautiful, it flows easily! A great work! ~~Elya Thorn~~